The Game of Life-Chapter 790 - 789 Just Missing a Bit

Chapter 790: Chapter 789 Just Missing a Bit

Chapter 790 -789 Just Missing a Bit

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Experience proved that if you wanted to attract customers to a porridge shop on a sweltering afternoon, all it took was to write “Air conditioning available” on the promotional board by the door.

With those four uniquely charming, soul-capturing words, the ground floor of the porridge shop quickly filled up, and even the second floor saw a steady intake of guests. Once the number of customers began to increase, the Han Guishan family quietly left, freeing up tables for those who came after.

In the afternoon, the bestsellers were naturally green bean soup and various kinds of fruit juice ice drinks.

Cooking a pot of green bean soup took only twenty minutes, and cooling it directly with ice no more than half an hour to turn it into iced green bean soup. Most of the incoming customers would order one or two bowls of iced green bean soup, maybe adding a couple of snacks, chatting while they ate, enjoying the air conditioning, and leisurely passing a pleasant afternoon tea time.

There were also a number of customers who, before leaving, would take out a few servings of snacks and a couple of bowls of green bean soup. They’d drink the soup while walking and take the snacks home to eat, not hogging seats and boosting sales, vying to be quality customers.

But this was not enough.

Far from enough.

Jiang Feng and his three companions were very much aware that the gap between them and other restaurants was not just a few hundred, but possibly a few thousand points—a couple of thousand, maybe three or four thousand. They had no concrete idea of how big the gap actually was. But one thing was certain: if they could manage to score a couple of thousand points higher than the other eateries today to even out the previous gap, then they would stand a great chance of making it through the next round of competition.

Scoring a couple of thousand points higher, not just earning a couple of thousand points.

This meant that they probably needed to sell close to a thousand dishes today.

Jiang Feng calculated. By four twenty, between takeout and dine-in orders, they had sold a total of over a hundred and sixty servings of iced green bean soup, over forty servings of snacks, seven cold dishes, nineteen stir-fries, twenty-four porridges, and a dozen other drinks.

The high sales of green bean soup were mainly because of the high per capita consumption, with an average of more than two bowls per person.

This volume was actually very good already. If calculated at triple points, Taifeng Building had already gained over seven hundred points by now, roughly equal to the total points earned in the previous days combined.

But still, it was not enough.

Jiang Feng glanced at his phone, four twenty-six.

Five hours and thirty-four minutes left until the end of the test.

There was one more evening rush to get through.

But.

Jiang Feng looked up and swept his gaze across the shop—it was bustling. To maintain normal business, the TV crew had sent two more staff members over to act as servers. Now the porridge shop had two servers upstairs and two downstairs.

The porridge shop was about to be full.

The rate at which tables turnover is probably the biggest headache for any high-volume Chinese restaurant. The owners can’t chase the customers away, but they really wish they could.

With only so much prime dining time, if a customer sits in the restaurant for one or two hours, during a busy dining period a table can only turnover once, which likely means the restaurant is struggling to make a profit.

Jiankang used to run a health food snack store in City Z, and in the early days, due to a lack of funds, there was no air conditioning—just a few old electric fans squeakily turning, producing an almost negligible breeze. In the scorching heat of summer, the turnover rate in the store was incredibly high, hardly any customer could endure more than ten minutes at the health food snack store.

Jiang Feng once thought that if Jiankang’s cooking skills hadn’t been among the best in City Z, the health food snack store would have gone bankrupt long ago, and couldn’t have waited until Jiankang saved enough to buy air conditioning.

Jiang Feng even considered turning off the air conditioning, suggesting it was broken.

But obviously he couldn’t do that, as all the customers had been attracted by the promise of air conditioning; if it were shut off, the customers would vanish too.

“Fengfeng, do we need to cook two more pots of green bean soup?” Wu Minqi asked.

“Just one pot will be enough,” Jiang Feng said.

“The second floor must be almost full by now,” Sun Maochai, who had been quietly preparing pastries, suddenly said.

Jiang Feng nodded, “It should be soon.”

“Have we counted how many dishes we’ve sold now?” Sun Maochai asked again.

“Roughly seven hundred servings. With one more peak in the evening, I estimate that at this rate, we should be able to sell around two thousand servings today,” Jiang Feng said, though his expression did not seem very happy.

The business was already very good. Ever since the Promotional Board was put out, one could even say it had been completely transformed. Perhaps the show’s crew had already started to secretly investigate whether Taifeng Building was paying for customers.

But Jiang Feng always felt that something was still missing.

It shouldn’t be like this.

The luck from a desperate situation, the current business was still a far cry from that kind of luck.

Logically, the luck buff could not possibly be this weak. In theory, the luck buff should be the strongest buff there is.

Just as Jiang Feng was pondering what was missing and how to achieve the luck of a desperate situation, two more customers walked in.

It was two girls, and one of them, a slightly plump girl with short hair, was holding her phone as if watching a video. As soon as she came in, she exclaimed loudly in an exaggerated manner, “Wow, it’s so cool in here!”

The voice was so loud that Jiang Feng, who was in the kitchen behind a layer of glass, heard it.

The girl with short hair realized her gaffe, glanced upward at the menu while holding her phone, then looked at the customers at other tables and asked, “Two bowls of mung bean soup, are there seats available upstairs?”

“Yes,” the waitress replied with a smile.

“Let me see, what pastries are they eating? What’s your restaurant’s specialty?” the short-haired girl said, putting down the phone she was holding. Her fingers inadvertently touched the screen, causing the live broadcast on the phone to switch to another stream.

“Our shrimp dumplings and salted egg yolk siu mai are selling well today,” the waitress said with a smile.

“Then add one more basket of shrimp dumplings,” the short-haired girl said cheerfully, picking up her phone to pay the bill.

Noticing that the live broadcast had switched, the other girl with short hair frowned, about to exit, when the girl next to her stopped her.

“Hey, isn’t that the eating broadcast that’s been really popular recently? She’s in Beiping right now. I also went to eat at the place she visited last time; it was quite tasty,” the girl next to her excitedly pointed at the phone screen, “She’s live streaming now. How about we watch for a bit and then go to the restaurant she’s eating at for dinner?”

The short-haired girl exited the live broadcast interface and scanned the code to pay, “What’s so interesting about eating broadcasts? I find them the most boring. Haven’t you seen the news? They’re so fake, whether it’s pretend eating or inducing vomiting, it’s just a waste of food.”

“But I feel like she doesn’t eat that much, just maybe twice as much as a normal person. She even made it onto the hot search before for overeating, so it must be real eating,” the companion argued, indicating that she quite liked this eating broadcast and tried to defend it.

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“It’s all a show. How could a normal person make it onto the hot search just for overeating? It’s definitely bought,” the short-haired girl asserted confidently, reopening the live broadcast interface and switching back to the shopping broadcast she was watching before.

In fact, if she had stayed on that live broadcast for a few more seconds, she would have realized that the so-called eating broadcaster was less than ten meters away from her.

Outside the porridge shop—

Liu Qian lifted her head to look at the porridge shop that seemed plain from the outside but apparently had a lot of customers inside. She recognized the Promotional Board at the door, and the characters on it looked very familiar to her.

“It’s really too hot this afternoon. After walking around this snack street for over an hour, I feel like I can hardly eat anything. Let’s go into the porridge shop for a drink to cool down,” Liu Qian said as she walked toward the porridge shop, not forgetting to add before she entered,

“Actually, the writing on this Promotional Board at the door looks a bit like the handwriting of a fellow club member from my old society. That character for ‘porridge’ looks a lot like our president’s handwriting. I wonder if there are any friends in the live stream who remember our president. I tell you, the porridge our president makes is so delicious; no porridge shop makes porridge as tasty as our president does.”

“Come, let’s go in and see how well this porridge shop does with their porridge.”